A question is what's happening,
in the deepest part of self.
Confused on how I can't be me,
or any other else.
Broken from a part not bone,
missing several beats.
Wishing someone take all this,
and take all this for keeps.
Rusted shut my lock and chain,
I'm frozen here to stay the same.
A question is what's happening,
and I've only me to blame...
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